John looked down at Chas when the kid first opened his mouth--for once. There was another moment's hesitation, in which John looked a little tired. And yet he'd woken up, what, an hour ago? Still, in that hour he'd been sick and in a very brief altercation...no, it didn't make sense. John shifted, then, presenting Chas wordlessly, and thanklessly, with the cut. Chas could clean it. It was tedious, and it wouldn't be the first time.
Meanwhile Constantine grouped for a way to dodge that question. "Hell if I know. Just trying to figure it all out. Who would send us here?" Yup, avoidance was key. When in doubt, live in the moment. Still, he wasn't looking at Chas, rather somewhere off near the mirror. Then again, for Chas to clean the wound it made looking at the boy hard.
"It's not bad. Just a scratch." Yeah, he'd noticed Chas was worried. It was hard not to. And John was telling the truth, about that at least. It was a little deep and had bled, but the scratch itself wasn't anything to be worried over.